Huanchaco

We hurriedly hopped a bus from Zorritos and went for a looooong ride to Trujillo, where we met up with local, David, and went to the nearby beachtown of Huanchaco to spend a couple of nights.

This beach was much more touristy, more chill, cleaner, and less offensive than that of Zorritos.

We sunburned a bit (Peruvian coastal line is basically desert), and did some sight seeing at Huaca de la luna, an impressive pre-columbian dig with Moche Indian art (including original colors) still visible. Our favorite is the angry looking god depiction... It's supposed to have combinations of feline/tarantula/scorpion in its not-so-happy face.

When telling people where we were going, I repeatedly said "Vamos a la luna" because I couldn't remember the word "Huacas." Thus, over and over again I (in English) said, "We're going to the moon."

Why not?